Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+

Chapter 22

Warning: This text will contain explicit content.

Blair's P.O.V

My lips stretched to their maximum width, exposing my pearly whites, as I skipped into the living room, relishing the feeling of achieving my goal. My phone made a soft buzzing noise, alerting me to a message from Vinnie. Nevertheless, I chose to overlook it and gave my attention to Luca. He was sprawled on the couch, captivated by the movie playing on the television. I hit the pause button in order to draw his focus.

I was in utter disbelief as I plopped down next to Luca. My mouth agape and eyes wide, I exclaimed, "You won't believe what just happened!"

He shouted, clearly irate at my interruption, "Hey! I'm watching a movie!"

"Watch your tone mister! Do you want to go back to your room?" The warning was stern. His posture shifted in response to the implied punishment, indicating it was enough to get him to comply. The tank he was wearing revealed the deep scars on his back from my minions decided to hurt the merchandise.

He was tempted to tousle his dark hair but remembered that it was rigid due to the copious amounts of hair gel he used. His face changed to a look of fear and his voice softened as he meekly replied, "No, I don't want to go back to my room."

I gave him a slight nod. I didn't need to keep him in check due to our unified animosity of Vinnie. The only instance I had to rely on force was when he interacted with Wesley, as it was the only way to encourage him to act.

Luca gave a sceptical look, his eyebrow slightly raised. "Do I need to prepare for a grand tale of mischief?"

I giggled, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Oh, it's better than that. I kissed Vinnie!"

His face expressed surprise as he exclaimed in disbelief, "You what?" His tone was a combination of wonderment and humour. "Tell me everything."

As I related the narrative of my courageous exploit, Luca couldn't restrain his mirth. Our partnership against Vinnie was more than just a personal grudge; Luca's possessive, envious nature was perfect for my plan.

"So, how did Vinnie react?"

My face lit up with joy as I reported to Luca, "He was livid! His boyfriend was left completely blindsided. I think I've really caused some disruption in their relationship!"

He suggested, "Let's toast to this momentous occasion! I'm not sure what we should drink, though - the possibilities are endless! What do you think? Wine, whiskey, or maybe something fancier like champagne?"

"Don't worry. I have complete faith in your ability to make the perfect choice."

Quinton stepped through the doorway, his eyes flickering between Luca and me. Luca made his excuses and left, leaving us alone. Quinton adjusted his durag, his face illuminated by the light coming in through the window; the scar above his eyebrow adding to his alluring appearance. He sauntered closer to me, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.

"Hey baby," he spoke in a soft, sultry tone, his gaze intense and penetrating. "I can tell you have something on your mind. Care to share?" He sat next to me, running his fingertips along my thighs in a gentle manner.

I leamed in close, my voice low and provocative. "I kissed someone." I whispered, my lips brushing against his earlobe as I spoke.

He arched his eyebrow in response, used to my unpredictable behaviour. "You did what?" she asked, her tone laced with annoyance.

A wicked grin crept onto my face as I straightened up. I met my beloved's gaze and said with a certain magnetism, "There's no need to be concerned, my love. This is just a piece of the puzzle in my mission to make Vinnie's life miserable."

He released a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. He spoke in a gentle, yet stern voice, expressing his disapproval of my behaviour. "Blair-bear, I simply don't understand your plans sometimes. But one thing I know for sure is that I don't like the idea of you kissing other people," he confessed, his tone becoming more fragile and revealing his vulnerabilities, which usually stayed hidden behind his strong outer shell.

My face shifted to one of tenderness as our bodies drew close. I placed my palm on his cheek, and my eyes locked with his. I spoke in a gentle yet earnest tone, "My heart belongs to you and you alone."

He scanned my gaze for confirmation, still showing some hesitancy. "Show me," he dared, the corners of his mouth turning up in a mischievous grin.

I made the most of the chance, positioning myself on top of him and planting delicate kisses along his neck. His reactions to each one was unmistakable, a series of low moans of delight. I pulled away, looking into his eyes, and asked "Do you believe me now?"

He said to me, his voice dripping with admiration, "Yes, you sexy minx, you." His body showed his approval of my affection, as his lower half responded positively.

Our bodies were inextricably intertwined, leaving no room for misunderstanding, and our hearts found their ultimate refuge. Feeling his arousal swell against my backside. My body tingled with pleasure as I asked him in a seductive tone, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"The sexiest." He pulled me close, his lips ravenous as they descended upon mine. His hands found my exposed skin and he massaged my chest through the thin material of my shirt. His fingers moved around my body, exploring every inch of me. His touch was intoxicating, and I felt my heart racing as his hands moved over my curves.

His lips were hungry for more, and I let him take me in his embrace. His hands moved to my blouse, undoing the buttons, and revealing my chest. His fingers traced the slope of my breasts through the cotton of my bra. I knew that this was only the beginning.

With a sudden motion, Quinton unlatched my bra, and I felt a wave of goosebumps all over my body. His tongue glided all around my sensitive nipples and before I knew it, I was lying on my back. He took off my shorts and lacy thong with ease, and then his thumb started making soft circles around my clitoris. A choked moan escaped my lips as his tongue lapped over the sensitive area. "Fuck, baby. You're so h-"

Luca impatiently tapped his feet while his hands remained crossed. His exasperated exclamation of "Get a room!" reflected the frustration he was feeling.

Wrapping myself in a blanket, feeling the warmth embrace my body. Quinton adjusted the bulge in his pants, his frown deepening. "You took your sweet time," I said, my voice almost accusatory. "Did you enjoy the show?"

He snorted in disbelief at my inquiry, "Do you have a serious hoarding problem? Your collection is amazing. It was hard to choose one."

Just as I was about to respond to him, I felt Quinton's fingertips delicately tracing my thigh until it was nestled close to my area of my femininity. A wave of shivers cascaded over my body.

Quinton rose from his seat and scooped me up in his arms, looking me in the eyes with determination in his voice he said, "Let's finish this, darling."

I heard Luca mumble a few words quietly before we walked into my room; it sounded like he said, "Ugh hetero."

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When we went back into the living room, the bottle was almost empty. "Can you leave some for us?" I asked with displeasure.

He clenched his jaw tightly, vocalizing his feelings of tedium as he said, "I was starting to get antsy from waiting around here for so long."

Quinton and I stood there, each with a champagne flutes in hand. He filled the glasses to the brim with the bubbly golden liquid before looking up at me with a smile. "What shall we toast to?" he inquired.

I said, "To us. May those who love us, love us, and may those who don't, enter heaven late."

"I'll raise a glass to that." He smiled back and our glasses connected with a melodic chime. In that moment, I knew that no matter what games I played, we were each other's ultimate prize, and no one else stood a chance in our dangerous world of desire and deception.

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